'Good, because if you don't touch me soon, I may lose my mind entirely.'

She leans in for another kiss, shifting to grind against his thigh, pressing against the hard length she feels at her hip. The surge of pleasure is so intense, she gasps, arching into him. This is probably a mistake, going too quickly, could stand to wait, all of that seems perfectly reasonable and rational and completely unnecessary when he's lying beside her, holding her, touching her.